August 15, 2022

The Undead Truth of Us Blog Tour: Review + Giveaway

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE UNDEAD TRUTH OF US by Britney S. Lewis Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

THE UNDEAD TRUTH OF US
Author: Britney S. Lewis
Pub. Date: August 9, 2022
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
Formats: Hardcover, eBook
Pages: 368

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Death was everywhere. They all stared at me, bumping into one another and slowly coming forward.

Sixteen-year-old Zharie Young is absolutely certain her mother morphed into a zombie before her untimely death, but she can't seem to figure out why. Why her mother died, why her aunt doesn't want her around, why all her dreams seem suddenly, hopelessly out of reach. And why, ever since that day, she's been seeing zombies everywhere.

Then Bo moves into her apartment building—tall, skateboard in hand, freckles like stars, and an undeniable charm. Z wants nothing to do with him, but when he transforms into a half zombie right before her eyes, something feels different. He contradicts everything she thought she knew about monsters, and she can't help but wonder if getting to know him might unlock the answers to her mother's death.

As Zharie sifts through what's real and what's magic, she discovers a new truth about the world: Love can literally change you—for good or for dead.

In this surrealist journey of grief, fear, and hope, Britney S. Lewis's debut novel explores love, zombies, and everything in between in an intoxicating amalgam of the real and the fantastic.

Reviews:

"Britney Lewis has really nailed it with this one. I loved this striking, suspenseful, and deeply heartbreaking debut about a Black girl named Zharie on a quest to discover the truth about her mother and the darker parts of life and family! Spooky good.”―Jay Coles, author of Tyler Johnson Was Here and Things We Couldn't Say

"Deeply healing and impossible to put down, The Undead Truth Of Us, is an affecting portrait of grief’s many shades, and an affirming reminder to live.”―J. Elle, New York Times best-selling author of Wings of Ebony

"The perfect blend of emotion, sweet romance, and creepy imagery, The Undead Truth of Us is a journey you won’t soon forget."―Lauren Blackwood, New York Times best-selling author of Within These Wicked Walls

"THE UNDEAD TRUTH OF US is a revelation of a story, both macabre and magical, full of heartache, hope, and the infinite mysteries of love. I adore this book."―Rebecca Podos, author of Lambda Award-winning novel Like Water

The Undead Truth of Us is unlike any book I’ve ever read before. In this eerie and otherworldly story, Britney Lewis layers explorations of grief and love on the page like bright colors of paint on a canvas.”―Elise Bryant, author of Happily Ever Afters and One True Loves

“A devastatingly poignant tale of grief, healing, and the monsters we make of ourselves and of others. In American popular culture zombies have been used to represent our greatest fears and what do we fear more than losing the people we love? In Zharie, Lewis has created a perfectly imperfect character―someone who is learning to navigate grief and love and friendship all at once. Her moments of vulnerability feel familiar as do her moments of healing and joy. This story is an emotional and gripping take on the classic zombie archetype. A must read for lovers of genre bending horror.”―Kalynn Bayron, best-selling author of Cinderella is Dead

“A lament, but with fireworks.”―Nafiza Azad, author of The Wild Ones

“A wonderful book full of lyrical prose, but also grief―and the painful, sometimes beautiful, steps we take to get through it.”―Jessica Lewis, author of Bad Witch Burning

“Britney S. Lewis explores love and death in a debut that is tender, poetic, and wholly original.”
Zoraida Córdova, award-winning author of Labyrinth Lost

The Undead Truth of Us is a unique young adult debut that tackles tough life problems like death and grief but also shows the strength of love - in all of its forms - and how it can change someone. I'm still not exactly sure how I feel about this book - I really liked most parts of it but the other parts confused me and took away from the story. The whole zombie thing is perplexing to me and it was the part of the book that I didn't like. I can't explain it but I would've enjoyed the book a lot more if the zombie part wasn't included. This is just my own opinion and it shouldn't reflect negatively on the book itself. I know plenty of other readers will really enjoy all the aspects of this story.

The writing was well done and I felt like I was in Zharie's world right from the beginning. A major reason for this was that the author used the first person point of view - which is my favorite. I always say that the first person POV is the only one that allows a reader to feel really connected to the narrator and this book is a prime example of that. I felt every emotion that Zharie felt - both positive and negative. I felt an immediate connection with her from the start and I enjoyed watching her change and grow throughout the story. I don't do spoilers in my reviews, so I can't go into much more detail without accidentally revealing something. Overall, this was a solid read that is wholly heartfelt and original in its own way. I recommend it to fans of YA fiction, contemporary fiction and fantasy.

 
Britney S. Lewis was born and raised in Kansas City, Kansas where she fell in love with storytelling and the idea that magic moved and breathed in our world. After getting her Bachelor’s of Arts and Science, she worked in the world of marketing and communications for a few years before accepting a position as an editor for greeting cards where her job is to make sure to get the best words on paper. When she isn't daydreaming about new stories, Britney can be found binge-watching TV shows with her husband and pup or practicing West Coast Swing in one of her local dance studios. The Undead Truth of Us is her debut novel. For more information, you can follow her on social media @britneyslewis or visit her website at https://www.britneyslewis.com

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8/1/2022

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8/2/2022

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8/3/2022

Lisa-Queen of Random

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8/4/2022

Author Z. Knight's Guild

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8/5/2022

Lifestyle of Me

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8/6/2022

Brandi Danielle Davis

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8/7/2022

Celia's Reads

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8/8/2022

The Momma Spot

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8/9/2022

Ya Books Central

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8/10/2022

100 Pages A Day

Review

8/11/2022

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8/12/2022

@jypsylynn

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8/13/2022

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8/14/2022

@jacleomik33

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8/15/2022

A Dream Within A Dream

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8/16/2022

onemused

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8/17/2022

@ReaderOfTheWrittenWord

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8/18/2022

A Bookish Dream

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8/19/2022

@drewsim12

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8/20/2022

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8/21/2022

@bujos_n_books

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8/22/2022

@amysbooknook8

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8/23/2022

pluvioreads

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8/24/2022

Eli to the nth

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8/25/2022

Eye-Rolling Demigod's Book Blog

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8/26/2022

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8/27/2022

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8/28/2022

@just_another_mother_with_books

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8/29/2022

Lisa Loves Literature

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8/30/2022

The Clever Reader

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8/31/2022

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August 14, 2022

Paola Santiago and the Sanctuary of Shadows Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the PAOLA SANTIAGO AND THE SANCTUARY OF SHADOWS by Tehlor Kay Mejia Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

PAOLA SANTIAGO AND THE SANCTUARY OF SHADOWS (Paola Santiago #3)
Author: Tehlor Kay Mejia
Release Date: August 2, 2022
Publisher: Rick Riordan Presents
Formats: Hardcover, eBook, Audiobook
Pages: 352

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Description:

Best-selling author Rick Riordan presents Tehlor Kay Mejia's third chilling story based on Mexican folklore. This time Paola Santiago faces El Cucuy, aka the Boogeyman.

"Paola Santiago is a whip-smart Latina who dares to explore the shadows between folklore and middle-school friendship. A thrilling adventure."--Nina Moreno, author of Don't Date Rosa Santos

Paola Santiago has recently returned from Oregon, where she defeated the Hitchhiker ghost and saved her father from the vengeful spirit that was possessing him. The poor girl deserves a rest! But first she has to rescue Dante from the void, where he’s been imprisoned by some unknown force. Even though Dante has turned against Pao, she can’t just leave him there--they’ve been friends for too long.

Paola’s prophetic dreams seem to have dried up, so she has to find other ways to locate a new rift where she can enter the void. Signs point to Texas--but how is she going to get there from Arizona? It just so happens that Emma’s new group of politically active friends, the Rainbow Rogues, are planning a field trip to San Antonio. It’s the perfect ruse for Paola, if she can stand being with the judgmental girls for that many days. . . .

Relying on her wits, training from the Ninos de la Luz, and the emotional support of her best friend Emma, Pao makes it into the void. Once there she must face down not just one but two enemies: El Cucuy, the bogeyman . . . and someone even scarier who looks a lot like Pao herself.

This third exciting journey into Mexican folklore has our lovable, intrepid protagonist making discoveries both wonderous and fearsome.

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ONE 

Poor Patrick 

“You got this, Pao!”  

“Take him down!”  

“On your left!”  

Paola Santiago barely heard the noise of the small crowd  as she faced down her opponent. He was already missing an  arm, his head was tragically lopsided, and he moved in the  jerky, unpredictable way Pao had come to associate with drunk  people—or toddlers who really needed a nap.  

Despite his erratic movements, Pao tightened her grip on  her Arma del Alma, a long, shining staff with a viciously bladed  end. Let your opponent come to you, said her father’s voice in her  head. Let them expend their energy circling and crossing the space  and striking. Be still water, ready to ripple or wave. Wasting nothing.  

Her opponent had almost reached her, and every part of  Pao screamed that she should strike now—leap across the space  and finish the job of severing his wobbling head. But instead  she waited like still water, until finally, finally she was allowed  to rush forward and stab through the neck. Then she heard the  satisfying crunch that meant his head had hit the ground.  

Pao felt no remorse, only victory, as she lifted her sweaty face, pushed her bangs back, and waited for her well-deserved  accolades.  

“Oh no!”  

“Poor Patrick!”  

“Someone get some tape, stat!”  

Three Niños rushed past Pao in a blur as she groaned, sinking  onto the concrete floor. Her magical staff was already shrinking  of its own accord into a travel-size magnifying glass she could fit  in her pocket.  

“Well, I thought it was impressive,” said a voice from behind  her, and Pao turned with a smile to see her best friend Emma  Lockwood approaching with a water bottle, her eyes dancing  with laughter.  

“These milk drinkers wouldn’t know impressive if it cut  off their heads,” Pao grumbled, taking the water gratefully and  chugging half of it before dumping the rest on her sweaty neck.  

“If you wanted the Niños to be on your side, you probably  shouldn’t have named the sparring dummy,” Emma said as they  surveyed the scene.  

The ragtag group of kids and teenagers who called themselves Los Niños de la Luz were already on her side, Pao knew.  And, as her town’s protectors against the monstrous creatures of  the void, they were important allies to have.  

Not just for their warehouse headquarters, either. Though it  was pretty awesome. The rafters in its ceiling were nearly thirty  feet above their heads. The glossy concrete floor was painted  and taped with complicated diagrams of footwork, advances,  and retreats, all color-coded according to types of creature. Best  of all, it was in a part of town far from any prying eyes. Ideal for  monster-hunting practice. 

Of course, at the moment, the only creature in sight was  an old dummy on a rolling cart. And he was currently missing  a head.  

“Patrick,” Pao said, rolling her eyes at her own folly. “What  kind of a name is Patrick for a monster anyway?” “Hey, there are a lot of Patricks in the world,” Emma replied.  “I’m sure at least some of them are monsters.”  

Pao couldn’t argue with that, so she got to her feet and  walked over to a section of school gym bleachers that her friend  Naomi had “liberated” from Silver Springs High. Then she  flopped down, her muscles burning from a long day of training.  

“How do you feel?” Emma asked, her eyes x-raying Pao. They  looked even bluer than usual against her pumpkin-orange sweatshirt. Despite the fact that it was still over a hundred degrees in  Silver Springs, Emma was determined to show her fall spirit.  

Pao thought about changing the subject to actual pumpkins,  or costumes, or Halloween baking or crafts, all subjects she knew  would distract the girl in front of her. But she’d never been able  to lie to Emma, or avoid her questions for long, so she told the  truth. As much of it as she could bear to say out loud, anyway.  

“I’m frustrated,” she said, kicking her white sneakers against  the bench. “I’m restless. I can take Patrick’s head off fifteen times  a day, and it’s not gonna get us any closer to rescuing Dante.”  

At the sound of their ex–best friend’s name, Emma went  quiet for a moment, and Pao knew she was remembering things,  too. Things like the trailer laboratory the two of them had  found in the middle of the Oregon forest last winter. And the  man inside, who’d been Pao’s long-lost father and not her father  all at once.  

Pao had told Emma everything, of course. All the gory details Emma hadn’t seen while she waited outside the trailer.  About finding out La Llorona was not only the ghost-deity Pao  had defeated in the void, she was also Pao’s grandmother!  

That part had taken a little explaining. See, after drowning  her three children in the river, La Llorona had found a way to  bring them back to life by merging their souls with those of  living victims. Her twisted experiment had only worked on her  second son, Beto, which, Pao discovered, was her father’s true  identity.  

Only, the experiment (like most things La Llorona did) had  gone pretty horribly wrong. Beto had run away in horror from  his mother, changed his name, and tried to bury his past. But  over time the soul his was bound to—a boy victim of La Llorona’s  named Joaquin—started to become more dominant . . . and  resentful.  

Eventually, Joaquin had hatched a plan to use Pao’s connection to the void to tear open its fabric and let out every  loathsome creature inside to feed on the living. Luring her to  the forest by using Dante as bait . . .  

Working with Beto, Pao had managed to free Joaquin’s soul,  put an end to his awful plot, and get her friends back to safety.  All except Dante, who, fed by his own jealousy and anger, had  gone willingly into the void and remained there.  

Even with the Niños’ centuries of knowledge about the void  and its inhabitants, her father’s memories of Joaquin’s machinations, and Pao’s own growing desperation to smash her way into  that terrible place by whatever means necessary, they still hadn’t  managed to rescue him. It had already been eight months. “We’re going to find him,” Emma said at last, putting a hand on Pao’s shoulder. “You said yourself that whoever is keeping  Dante wouldn’t want to give up the leverage they have over you  by killing him, so it’s just a matter of—”  

“Of finding a way in,” Pao said, almost to herself. She had  fallen asleep repeating that truth to herself over and over every  night since January. But the months kept going by, and Pao’s  faith in her own understanding of the situation was flagging by  the day.  

Joaquin had told her, while tied to a chair in his trailer lab,  that the void wanted her, La Llorona’s granddaughter, who had  twice defied its soldiers, who had snatched three living souls  from its depths and was determined to take a fourth. But if the  void wanted her so bad, why hadn’t it shown her how to enter it  again? Why wasn’t it using Dante to lure her back?  

She hadn’t had a single vision of its ghost-riddled depths  since she’d returned from Oregon. Not one. And she couldn’t  help but wonder why her dreams, the connection that had  allowed her to save her friends and family before, had deserted  her now, at this crucial juncture.  

Though Pao didn’t exactly want to be the descendent of an  evil ghost woman who had drowned countless children, or to  belong, in part, to the spooky, monster-ridden place that had  given her power, she couldn’t help feeling a little abandoned.  

Not that she could ever admit that to Emma. Or anyone else. “It’s my dad, mostly,” Pao said when the silence had stretched  out a beat longer than she could stand. “He wants to act like I’m  just this normal kid, like I shouldn’t be getting involved with  paranormal stuff, even though I saved his life by getting involved  with it. I wish he would just let me be who I am.” 

Before Emma could get to one of the fourteen solutions to  this problem she had undoubtedly brainstormed in the past ten  seconds, Pao’s stomach grumbled, and they both laughed.  

“Come on,” Emma said, getting to her feet, the bleachers  groaning under her bright green sneakers with the rainbow  laces. “Let’s get out of here. Ice cream? Pizza?”  

As much as Pao wanted to hold on to her frustration, to  sit here and stew, the appeal of a pizza was pretty undeniable.  “Okay,” she relented. “But first I have to talk to the biggest jerk  in Arizona. Wait for me outside?”  

“I’ll be the one with the sparkly purple bike.”  

When Pao opened the door to the warehouse’s attached office,  Franco was sitting in front of what appeared to be a super-old  computer, but Pao knew it was an invention of her father’s—a  machine that could read magical signatures and measure the  intensity of the energy they gave off.  

Hopefully the computer couldn’t measure the waves of irritation coming off Pao, because she thought the strength of them  would probably break it.  

“Franco,” she said when it became clear he wasn’t going to  acknowledge her presence beyond a wary glance. “Find anything new?”  

“I’m sure Beto would have told you if we had,” he said curtly. “I . . . He’s not really . . . I’m asking you,” Pao stammered,  feeling her face heat up. You’d think that living with a man  who’d been studying the paranormal for both of his lives would  have put her at the forefront of the Niños’ activities, but Pao had  been relegated to perpetual trainee. Which meant fighting dummies and having her questions constantly brushed aside. 

Franco didn’t answer at first, just stabbed the buttons on the  field unit in his hand a little harder than Pao felt was necessary.  But she’d learned from months in this grumpy boy’s company  that he could never resist the urge to talk about his work for  long, so she waited, counting down from ten in her head.  

When she got to six, he pushed back from the desk with a  huff. “The whole map’s a blank! I thought the thing in B.C. was  an anomaly, but every known entrance to the void that we’ve  mapped in the past fifty years is gone. Just disappeared.”  

Pao stilled at the mention of Canada. It had been their first  trip after they returned from saving Beto. An expedition to  the only known void entrance on the West Coast—besides the  Gila River one Pao and her friends had destroyed the summer  before. Based on Pao’s dreams, Beto and Franco had been sure  the machines were misreading things, that the void entrance  would be there even though no evidence of it could be seen.  

They’d all been so hopeful, she remembered. So sure they  would get through. That they’d bring Dante back, and this  whole nightmare would be over. They’d prepared for months,  and Pao had brandished her Arma del Alma without a doubt in  her mind, the still-chilly March winds cutting through her sad  excuse for a winter coat.  

Most of the Niños had been forced to stay behind, their  status as lost, escaped, forgotten, or otherwise fugitive children  making it difficult for them to travel, so Pao, her father, and  Franco (who’d been a smug teenager for a hundred years now)  had made their way through the snowy woods outside British  Columbia to find . . .  

Nothing.  

No liminal space. No monsters. No evidence—besides a black scorch mark on the ground—that there’d ever been a portal to the malevolent underworld there.  

To cover his disappointment, Franco had tried asking the  locals living near the void entrance about what had happened,  but everyone they’d approached had, frustratingly, clammed up  instantly at the sight of them. They all categorically denied that  they’d ever seen, heard, or experienced anything strange.  

That was when, Pao remembered, Franco had started looking at her differently.  

And maybe it was also when her dad had started his all training/no-telling-Pao-anything protocol.  

Now Pao wanted to growl like a feral animal, or at least  hit something that wasn’t headless Patrick. Instead she waited  as Franco looked at her with that distrustful, suspicious expression. She tried to avoid it by studying the walls covered in maps,  notes, and theories that had been crossed out one by one.  

“Any chance it’s the instruments malfunctioning?” she asked,  just to break the horrible silence between them that seemed to  be growing fangs by the second.  

“It’s not the instruments that can’t be trusted,” he said coldly,  turning his back in clear dismissal, and Pao left the office feeling  like she always did after an interaction with Franco—like she  was somehow contaminated. Like she’d failed to live up to even  his low expectations of her.  

“Pipsqueak?” The voice drifted across the massive parking lot  before Pao could turn the corner that would lead her to Emma.  The sky beyond the warehouse was almost dark, the days get ting shorter now that winter was on its way again. “Hey, Naomi,” Pao said, not bothering to disguise her bad mood. Naomi, the queen of bad moods, could hardly hold it  against her.  

“Isn’t it past your bedtime? Papi Precioso must be waiting.” Pao rolled her eyes as she approached. Naomi was sitting on  the concrete steps out front, smirking down at her. “What? Trouble behind the white picket fence?” Naomi’s  tone was teasing, but after the two of them had traveled hundreds of miles together, traversed a haunted forest, and fought  more than one warped fantasma together, Pao could tell there  was a grudging respect beneath her casual mocking. “It’s fine,” Pao said, shaking her head. “Just sick of being  treated like a baby all the time.”  

“I’ve been saying it since the beginning, tourist,” Naomi said,  eyeing Pao with that surprisingly adept intuition of hers. “Once  you cross over, it’s hard to go back to normal life.”  

Pao was quiet for a long minute, appreciating the fact that  Naomi did not insist on filling every moment with chatter.  Emma, as much as Pao loved her, had never met a problem she  couldn’t immediately offer several solutions for, and sometimes  Pao just needed to stew.  

“It’s just . . .” Pao said at last. “Dad expects me to be so grateful he’s here. He says I don’t need to worry anymore, that he  and Franco can take care of everything. But where would either  of them be if I hadn’t taken charge? Why does he want to force  me back into a life I don’t fit into anymore?”  

Naomi got to her feet, offering Pao a high five as she turned  toward the warehouse door. “Look, Beto’s not a bad guy, from  what I’ve seen. But you know how I feel about Franco, and about  men and their I’ve got this under control, little girl crap in general.  

If you want to go after hero boy yourself, you know I’m on your  right.”  

“Thanks,” Pao said, not trusting herself to say more. The  fact that Naomi would be willing to follow her out into the fray  again, even after all that had befallen them on their last attempt  to join forces, meant more than Pao was willing to admit at the  moment.  

And Pao would have taken her up on the offer, she realized.  In a heartbeat. If only she had any idea where to begin.

 

TEHLOR KAY MEJIA is a bestselling and award winning author of young adult and middle grade fiction.

Her debut young adult novel, WE SET THE DARK ON FIRE, received six starred reviews, as well as the Oregon Spirit Book Award for debut fiction, and the Neukom Institute Literary Arts Award runner up honor for debut speculative fiction. It has been featured on Seventeen, Cosmopolitan, and O by Oprah Magazine’s best books lists, and was a 2019 book of the year selection by Kirkus and School Library Journal. Its sequel, WE UNLEASH THE MERCILESS STORM, followed to continuing acclaim, while MISS METEOR (co-written with National Book Award Nominee Anna-Marie McLemore) was named to the American Library Association’s 2021 Rainbow List, honoring outstanding contributions in LGBTQIA teen fiction.

Tehlor’s debut middle grade novel, PAOLA SANTIAGO AND THE RIVER OF TEARS, was published by the Rick Riordan Presents imprint at Disney/Hyperion. It received four starred reviews, and was named Amazon’s best book of 2020 in the 9-12 age range. It is currently in development at Disney as a television series to be produced by Eva Longoria.

Tehlor lives with her daughter, partner, and two small dogs in Oregon, where she grows heirloom corn and continues her quest to perfect the vegan tamale. She is active on Twitter and Instagram @tehlorkay. 

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(1) winner will receive a finished copy of PAOLA SANTIAGO AND THE SANCTUARY OF SHADOWS - US Only.

Ends September 6th, midnight EST.

 

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Week One:

8/1/2022

@allyluvsbooksalatte

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8/2/2022

Author Z. Knight's Guild

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8/3/2022

Ya Books Central

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8/4/2022

BookHounds YA

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8/5/2022

#BRVL Book Review Virginia Lee Blog

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8/6/2022

laura's bookish corner

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Week Two:

8/7/2022

Lifestyle of Me

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8/8/2022

hauntedbybooks

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8/9/2022

BookBriefs

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8/10/2022

xbookwormcafe

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8/11/2022

Feed Your Fiction Addiction

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8/12/2022

The Momma Spot

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8/13/2022

One More Exclamation

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Week Three:

8/14/2022

A Dream Within A Dream

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8/15/2022

Two Points of Interest

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8/16/2022

The Bookwyrm's Den

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8/17/2022

Kait Plus Books

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8/18/2022

pluvioreads

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8/19/2022

The Book View

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8/20/2022

Lisa-Queen of Random

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8/21/2022

Eye-Rolling Demigod's Book Blog

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8/22/2022

Two Chicks on Books

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8/23/2022

@jaimerockstarbooktours

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8/24/2022

wiltedpages

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8/25/2022

froggyreadteach

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8/26/2022

A Backwards Story

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8/27/2022

PopTheButterfly Reads

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8/28/2022

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8/29/2022

@lexijava

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8/30/2022

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8/31/2022

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